Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Associates. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.